my kaleidoscopic silhouette infinitely fades and replicates. every summer has been spoiled by excessive fire and my face is swollen from all the dying stars i slid underneath my skin. i break open my own heart and stuff it with glue, glitter, and gunpowder. now i feel like a purring engine or a cold robot; if you look closely, my sweat is made of little silver bolts. i am purifying my bones, electrifying my tongue. i want to talk like a radio-- full of static and interest. ✱✱✱
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